Why in the World am I Talking about Money with all the other Crap that’s Going on in the World?

 Because I don’t want to write about crap that’s why.

And you know we need money to live.

Money is one of life’s largest concerns, whether you think it’s spiritual or not. But, think about it, we’re being held hostage by one of the richest men in the country. He spends big bucks on lawyers to bail him out on every turn, and poor people are giving him more money.

It boggles my mind.

We have called ourselves, “The Land of The Free,” yet, I see that one by one, our freedoms are being threatened.

Americans, why are you allowing this?

Aren’t you sometimes in a dilemma to check into the ramblings on the internet just so you won’t have your head in the sand? Yet when you peek out of the sand, your blood pressure goes ozone layer high.

End of rant.

 

I’m going back to my original subject.

 

Issues regarding money are some of life’s greatest challenges.

So, what is the fastest way I can turn around my money issue and have fun doing it?

If you have all the money you want, substitute any other desire, dream or goal for the word money.  

And it would honor me greatly if you would take the Money Challenge with me. Possibly we could have a dialogue. I intend to follow the sage advice I discover and shout it out. 

Yes, I’m relying on other people to help me for we all stand on the shoulders of others who have gone before.

You can argue with me, follow me, read me, ignore me, love me, or hate me, but I’m doing it anyway.

(I prefer love.)

Because I think it is pertinent, I am quoting Jen Senero again.  (You are a Bada** How to stop doubting your greatness and start living an awesome life).

“Greedy people do greedy things for money, don’t go getting all up in money’s face and blame it for their lousy behavior.”

 

As Bette Davis said in the movie All About Eve, “Fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy ride!” 

 

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Don’t let the “Faith and Spirituality” category frighten you, I couldn’t find the right category for my posts. I post about LIFE,. Some individuals are soaring, some are lonely, and some are making do. However, we are all in this soup of life together. Let's cook a good one.

Why White Horses? Sculpting, Oregon Country Fair and such

 This White Horse was a Christmas gift from my Grandson Casey. He digitally sculpted it in the computer program Blender and then physically carved it in a 3D printer. (It took about 9 hours, he said.)

 

You probably know why I call this blog Wish on White Horses, although the site isn’t about horses. 

 

For those who don’t know, the title came from a day so hot that fair vendors squirted us with cool water to keep us vertical. 

 

Our friends Rita and Bob sat with Neil and me as we traveled by bus to avoid the drive and the parking trip into the left field for the Oregon Country Fair in Veneta, Oregon. 

 

Suddenly, Rita, beside me, said, “Quick, make a wish.”

 

“Why?” 

 

“A white horse. I always wish on white horses.”

 

I looked to the pasture alongside the road where a white horse, head bent to the ground, grazing on the green grass, and quickly thought up a wish. I don’t remember for what, but it must have come true. 

 

It tickled me to learn about wishing on white horses, for, as a child, I wished on every birthday candle, every shooting star that managed to cross my vision, and every first star of the night from when I was nine years old until I was twelve when my wish came true. My folks bought my gorgeous horse, Boots, for me.

 

You can see why I am so cuckoo over horses, for Boots was my partner and best bud for the following nine years. 

 

If you have never heard of or attended the Oregon CountryFair, it’s a phenomenon to experience. 

 

Even if you thought all the Hippies had gotten sucked up into the ether's, they get spit out for the three days of the Fair. It’s rather like a Renaissance Fair without the horse jousting. People dress (or undress) in whatever fun costume they can find. 

 

The booths displaying exquisite artworks are set among the trees and made from sticks and earthy materials, looking like a Hobbit village. The food is so good you want to sample everything. There is music and dancing and booths about sustainable living and new technologies. There is hot water from pipes coiled through a compost pile. 

 

People who have put together the fair party for three days. It is as though someone opened the doors to Shangri La. 

 

After three days, all human habitation or remains disappear except for the artistic fence bordering the entrance. The land reclaims its own. A big open field appears that was once a parking lot, and the trees return to their quiet whispering alongside the Long Tom River. 

 

The river generally floods in the spring, then evaporates in summer, leaving silt that makes the ground fertile come July when it is hot and the people return.

 

One summer, when Casey’s mother was pregnant with him, she went to the Fair and had her exposed belly painted with a coiled infant, such as existed inside.

 

Now Casey is 18, will graduate from high school this school year, made a white horse for me, and the wish on white horses lives on.

 

                 

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